Being A Trophy Husband Is Exhausting Novels & Stories

“He forced you to marry him. How does that not make him a psychopath? He was obsessed with you and wanted to collect you like a trophy or a piece of jewelry.” “Aren’t all men like that?” I countered. “Wanting a trophy wife to show off?” “Not the same thing, and you know it.” “Well, there’s nothing I can do about it now. You need to accept it—and let it go.” He looked down at the table and clenched his jaw, like he didn’t know how to channel his rage anymore. “You did it to save that asshole—”

Okay, he was going to indulge her with an answer. "Because, because Kendall, you now represent me, everything you do is a reflection of me. I don't want every fucker around wanting to fuck my wife." Did this bitch not understand the affect she had on men? "Gee's most guys would love to have a trophy wife." "Yeah well I'm not most guys. The last thing I wanted was a trophy wife, I would rather have her intelligent and able to hold a conversation, not a spoilt brat who is good for nothing but getting attention. I can't change the way I am Kendall, you will have to deal with it. Again the only real option you have is acceptance and I assume the sooner you accept my conditions the better for all

“I just hate it when people take advantage of me. You heard my father, she married me because of my money, so she could get her father medical treatment.” I tilted my head to the side and let him continue. Ever since he got married, we had never had a one on one. He shook his head. “I don't like people that take advantage of me. I am not stupid. Not someone people can just walk over.” I nodded. “I know.” “Yeah.” “Okay, I have a question for you.” “Geez, bro—” “No, honestly.” He chuckled. “Go ahead.” “Okay, she married you for all that, cool. But regardless, you guys are married, you sleep in the same bed, possibly make love, so how long are you gonna keep behaving single?”

Trophy Wives! Intro: They had been trophy Wives since they could remember, married to men who didn't care about their sexual needs or emotional needs. They were best friends so as best friends they do everything together, so they packed up and went on a girl's trips together with a bit of twist and adventure of course. Olivia's P.O.V. It was the same pattern, the same routine, the same emotional turmoil. Day after day and year after year, it was always the same. We saw the same people, did the same things, and went to the same places.

Edna kind of recites. She adds hand gestures here and there to make her long monologue believable and good. The lady nods as if she is listening to the greatest wisdom of all time. "That's so great. So you are like the trophy Wife?" She laughs, but Edna doesn't laugh with her. "Excuse me?" Edna squints, slightly irritated. " What I mean is that you are young and beautiful, plus you are intelligent, which surely makes you the family's trophy. " The interview tries to explain, but Edna is getting even more offended by her remark.

“You told Chris and Alex that. You said you are my husband and I am your wife.” “You are.” I never thought I would like saying those words out loud, but there was a weight that lifted off my chest the moment that statement was out in the open. “And you care about me.” “I do.” “Like your wife or like your best friend’s daughter?” “Both.” She scrunches her nose at that, but she plants a palm on my cheek. “But it is only sex, so I am, like, your trophy wife.” “You can not be my trophy wife when you own as much as I do, Genevieve.”

“Don’t say that. You’re not a burden to anyone.” “But… you… you don’t even like me, do you?” The words slipped out, stripped bare by fever and vulnerability. Tania held her breath. Harry went still. And after a long, suffocating pause, he finally spoke. “I’m here because I’m your husband,” he said hoarsely. “If you die… I lose my responsibility. And that… pisses me off.” Tania clicked her tongue. “Wow. That’s the most romantic thing I’ve heard all week.” But there was no sarcasm in her voice—only a quiet sympathy.

Brandon replied. “Fine. I’m sorry for disturbing you. Stay there and marry your work instead of marrying me.” Sophia said in anger, surprising both Brandon and herself. She wasn’t someone who lost her temper this soon. But she didn’t apologize to him for speaking like this. “Everyone’s husband is here except mine. Why? Because my husband is planning to win the next trophy of male business of the year, etc., etc.” Brandon chuckled at her cuteness. It was not every day when you got to see your calm and patient girl fuming in anger.

His posture was slumped. When he saw me walk in looking radiant and polished, a flash of awe flickered in his eyes, followed by deep insecurity and remorse. “Yvonne, how are you?” he asked anxiously while rubbing his hands together. “I’m well,” I replied while stirring my coffee. “I got a promotion, a raise, and I’m seeing someone new. He’s a good man who knows how to respect people. He doesn’t have any messy female friendships either.” Charles’ face twitched as he lowered his head. “That’s good. That’s great.”

"Seriously, you have such a sweet husband." The compliment landed like glass in my chest. "Exactly." Sienna pointed at me dramatically. "Do you know how rare men like that are? He loves you like crazy and still gives you breathing space. My cousin got married two years ago and her life practically ended. She's either at work or in the kitchen. The woman can't even blink without asking permission first." A small laugh escaped me and I nodded, forcing a smile onto my face. "I guess I'm lucky." Lie.